DISCLAIMER: Bandai and Sunrise own all. I?m just borrowing the boys and their world. The story, however, is mine.
PAIRING: 1+2, implied 3+4
RATING: PG
CATEGORY: yaoi, ficlet
WARNING: no, not really. Very light stuff.
NOTES: Duo POV, post EW
AUTHOR NOTES: Well, this is my response to an old line challenge given to me by Sakti Kedar. The line is "I was ten shots deep and feeling fine!" So, as this is a Duo POV, it's a 'Duo is drunk' ficlet/ramble thing (as it kinda lacks a proper ending). I posted it in my lj some time ago and promptly forgot about it. I found it tonight and thought, hey, I should post it, just for the fun of it.
So, enjoy. I hope it makes at least some sense (not that I was going for that or anything). Not beta'd, so be warned.
SUMMARY: Duo reflects on getting drunk with Heero
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The First Time it Happened
by Dev-Aki Basaa
The first time it happened, it was definitely a shock.
Completely unexpected. I mean, sure, we were a bit
buzzed...
Well.
Alright, we were a little sloshed.
Um...
Totally wasted?
Yeah, okay, that sounds about right. I was ten shots
deep and feeling fine! Vodka, thank you very much.
Heero didn't seem all that inclined to the vodka - or
drinking at all, for that matter. But it was Quatre's
huge celebration party; we hadn't seen each other in
almost two years. Alcohol was called for. And at one
point, all five of us were a little worse for the
wear. Then Quatre felt sick (the boy couldn?t hold
his wine coolers - not a drinker, that one) and Trowa
escorted him to his room, wait, excuse me - THEIR
room. Wufei, from the get-go, didn't seem comfortable
getting drunk in front of us. Well, probably not in
front of anyone, actually, and eventually 'went out
for some air' - as he put it. I think he ended up
falling asleep on the wicker patio sofa. Rumor has it
that he snores when he's drunk. I'm sorry I missed
that.
Well, not quite.
I had stayed behind, still drinking with Heero, and I
would have been *loath* to miss that more. As I'd
said, Heero didn't really want to drink, but I still
somehow managed to talk him into doing a few - no more
than three, he made me promise - shots. He didn't
want vodka, though. So I suggested peppermint
Schnapps. When Quatre said something about that
sounding like a mild drink, he agreed to it. Bless
Quatre! And, I suppose it's true that a few shots of
peppermint Schnapps wasn't probably going to have much
of an effect on Heero. However, I had failed to
mention that it was 100 proof. One shot and he had
that 'the-room-isn't-keeping-up-when-I-turn-my-head'
look. Two shots and his cheeks were feeling numb. I
could tell by the way he'd poke his fingers against
his cheekbone. Shot number three had him quite in
line with me.
Now, I know what you're thinking. I was purposely
trying to get Heero drunk. Well, you're right, I was.
But not for what you think. I just wanted to see
what Heero would be like drunk. Honest, that's all.
All through the wars, even that blink of time between
the two of them, he was always so focused, so
together. He never tripped, he never said the wrong
thing, never slurred his words - even in sleep. I
guess I'd never shaken that initial impression I'd
gotten of him. Was Heero really human? Well, if
being drunk proved anything, Heero was as human as
they come.
He still remained fairly quiet, while I got loud. But
he snickered. Funny, huh? I heard that hissing sound
and just about bust a gut when I realized it was Heero
laughing, in that slurred drunk way. We were having a
good time. And while I was aware that the others had
left and why, when I finally realized we were alone, I
was rather surprised. The party was still in swing
somewhere in the estate - we could hear the distant
music - but the room that us former pilots had
sequestered ourselves off to was suddenly empty, save
for Heero and me.
Well, it had *seemed* sudden, anyway.
I swear I was just making conversation. You know, of
the 'so how's life been treating you?' variety? When
he told me he'd been thinking a lot, I just nodded at
first. Who hadn't been thinking a lot these days? I
know it'd been a whole two years since the end of the
Marimeia insurrection, but I hadn't really done much
with my life, yet, you know? I think I was stalling
for a bit, waiting to make sure this peace would
really hold. I mean, by the end of the year after the
Eve War, I was feeling pretty cocky that things would
stay that way. We were all wrong about that. So,
there I was, still waiting, two years after the last
battle. Just to be sure. Why establish a life you'd
just have to destroy anyway? Or stand helplessly by
while it's destroyed for you. Naw, I didn't bat an
eyelash when Heero had pretty much implied that he
hadn't done much with his life yet either. So, just
to keep talking, I asked, "what about?", in regards to
all this thinking he'd been doing.
He didn't answer for a long time, but I was too drunk
to notice the silence right away. As I said, he
hadn't exactly launched into long soliloquies, eased
by the liquor. So the quiet wasn't totally weird.
But, eventually, it did seep into my alcohol-pickled
brain and I did take notice, and I turned my head, to
ask again. Maybe he hadn't heard me at first. Maybe
my words came out more like, 'Wha'out?' and he didn't
really understand what I'd said.
Hey, it was possible.
When I turned to face at him, I didn't really think
about how close he was sitting. I didn't even
remember the look in his eyes until the next morning.
But I sure as hell noticed when he pressed his lips to
mine. So, yeah, under the circumstances, that first
time, it was a shock.
The second time, when I pushed him down onto the rug
we were sitting on and thread my fingers through his
hair, that one wasn't so much of a shock.
That was more like a fantasy come to life. And every
one after, be them drunk or sober or in the act or
post-coital, those are pretty fantastic too.
Ask Heero, he agrees.
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